Wizened Old Kids

Then we were always dry enough to get
By without an umbrella or a coat;
Now we are soaked through to the bone, and set
Ourselves against the wind. For we are rote
In our habits, determined in our stride;
Although we are now with old age allied.
Then we were happy, and laughed out loud too
Through many a time's gone wrong in the night.
Yet now we smile rarely through the pain too
Hard at our heels, like we were in flight;
But when I smile at you, you know I'm there,
Thinking the same thoughts that we often share,
And you know that I wouldn't change a thing,
That's why I gave you that band, wedding ring.

                   Wizened Old Kids, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012